Sorry I’m late, but I had a looong day yesterday.
I am going to see my granddaughters on Wednesday, so I was really planning on getting a lot of work done on Monday. Nope, didn’t happen.
Got my morning started – coffee, breakfast, etc. Read my Bible while eating, took water upstairs to the office, greeted Office Help. Got things rolling.
Got a call from a downstairs tenant we have, who’s been having leakage and noise issues from the upstairs apartment. Went over, listened to the noise – there WAS a lot of thumping and dragging going on. Couldn’t see the leak by the time I got there, but I went upstairs anyway to check the bathroom. Got a stream of angry Spanish from the upstairs tenant about the downstairs people complaining about the constant noise. Checked the bathroom, confirmed that there was a lot of noise, which she didn’t want to hear. Think I have a solution, though, hoping to hear from Hubby today that I can move forward on getting that ball rolling.
Thought I was going to go back to the office, but instead had had to go to Pearland to meet up with a charity to see about hauling off the rest of Dad’s belongings. Hubby and I were supposed to get Dad’s refrigerator and window unit, Hubby didn’t get them Saturday when I strongly suggested he do so, since he had the trailer and the help already with him. When I got to Dad’s to get a visual inventory so I could talk to the charity about their trailer size, I found that Dad’s old “caretakers” (see my post from 2 days ago to see just how I feel about these people) had already stolen the refrigerator. Frenzied text to my sister, talks about getting a key over there, etc. Then I had to go downtown to get a drawing for Hubby.
While on the way downtown, I get a call from Hubby, who’d gotten a call from my sister, who’d gotten a call from my elder brother about Dad’s house. It seems that those “caretakers” had told their friends to come and scavenge whatever they wanted from the house. My brother was in Dad’s attic, looking for something for Dad, when he realized he wasn’t alone. None of the interlopers spoke English, but brother made if very clear that none of this stuff was theirs and to get the hell out. Brother stayed at the house and began removing the window unit to be sure it didn’t get stolen, too. Hubby sent our handyman there asap, and I went straight to Dad’s as soon as I got through downtown, around 3:30. They’d already loaded the unit into handyman’s car, and the “caretakers” had returned to get more of his crap out of Dad’s back yard. As I arrived I saw them looking at a boat that had been promised to our handyman if it didn’t sell, so I called out the situation as I entered the house. Brother and Handyman both went straight into the backyard and began metaphorically peeing all over the boat, making sure that the old man knew it wasn’t his to take. Brother soon left.
These people had royally wissed me off, the way they treated my father and our family, so I backed my car up and loaded everything I could possibly fit into it. I was determined that they wouldn’t get any more stuff off my family if I could help it! I got all but one large bureau with mirror, two chairs, and a few other rickety items; also left crap stuff in the kitchen, like plastic containers without lids, etc. The whole time I was making loud comments about our refrigerator getting stolen. Handyman had called Hubby to bring the air compressor so they could air up the boat trailer tires. That’s probably the only reason the boat was still there. I told Handyman not to leave without the boat, or it’d be gone. I left them there, slowly pulling out of the driveway. The weight in my car made itself known as my vehicle groaned its way down the road. I went to the bank first, made my deposit, then drove across the street to a charity thrift shop that helps the mentally disabled. Hubby’s eldest brother was severely retarded, so Hubby was very happy that I was able to send Dad’s stuff there. The charity staff filled up one huge bin, several smaller bins, and still had to hand carry items inside. They were very grateful as well, since some of the stuff was very much worth selling.
After that, I went for a slow, half mile swim at the gym, since I’m still nursing my back. After that I had dinner and attended my Monday night meeting. Got home around 11:00 pm. I was exhausted by that time, and it has taken me a while to get my butt moving this morning. My back is a little fatigued from the lifting and bending yesterday.
Now, hopefully today I can get some work done!
So, how was your day?
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